by Anouk Blanchett0
Pumpkin patches in the field.
I pick the pumpkins one by one.
Before I’m done someone tells me to yield.
I keep on picking until there are none.
I sing a spooky song.
I bake a pie.
Nothing goes wrong.
I cannot lie.
When I am done
The pie makes my mouth stick together like glue.
And one last thing,
What is Halloween without a scary BOO!